The Ghost Poem by Ejalonibu Abraham

The Ghost

Soul of the day ooze
Touches of the meridian fail
Smile of hours alter to umber
Weather return to the shuttle of ale,
Sleepy Sloth like Black Mamba,
The Colour of the atmosphere keeps silent
Lightness tremble wings to escape
But darkness furiously holds the brightness.

Wide dam of blackness grin to the universe
The ghost of the dead haunt
Strolling and chatting in the moonless
They surround our homes
To eat the flesh
And suck the blood.
They are here to whisper Silently to our shadow
And slay our souls